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My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).
These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.
Nobody in this story was underage.
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Hi. I’m Pete. I met Tipper on Fields Avenue in Angeles City. As I had done before, I spotted this girl holding a suitcase and looking confused. I recognized her dilemma immediately. Filipinos are not known for their ability to plan ahead, and many girls took the trip to the city to seek an offered job, but having no alternate plan if the job fell through or wasn’t what they expected.
I was in transit at Clark on my way to Laos, and I was feeling pretty good about myself. I had just been promoted to staff sergeant (E-5) at 34 1/2 months, which was pretty much unheard of in the air force at the time. I was hoping to find a girl to stay with me while I was staying in Angeles City, and it appeared that this girl was perfect.
Like so many other girls, Tipper had been given an address and told the job was for a domestic helper. Being fresh out of high school, she wasn’t really qualified for anything else. Unfortunately, when she got to the address, Tipper found that it was a bar and they were only hiring dancers. She headed back out onto the street and that was where I found her.
I approached her and asked if I could help. She said she wasn’t sure how I could help. I then asked how long it had been since she had eaten. “Yesterday,” came her answer.
“Let’s get you something to eat first,” I said. “Then, we will see what else we can do.”
“I have no money. I can’t pay for food,” she said.
“That’s OK,” I replied. “I’ve got this.”
I took her small bag and took her for soup and sandwiches. After she had eaten two of each, she was feeling a lot better. I also knew a lot more about her. She was a lot worse off that most of the girls I had met. She had traveled for days on ferries and buses to get here, and she really had nothing left.
I told her that I was willing to share my room with her, if that would help. “How many beds are there?” she asked.
“One,” I said. “But it is a very large bed.”
She didn’t really have many alternatives, so she took me up on the offer. I stopped for orange juice and ice on the way back to the room. I mixed our drinks in the bathroom, and then we sat on the bed and talked. Tipper was the oldest daughter in her family, and she was expected to find a job that would allow her to send money to help support her family back home.
That was how she ended up in Angeles City. Now she had no idea what she would do. I told her that I knew some people on the base who were looking for a maid/nanny. Would she be interested?
“Would I? Yes. I wouldn’t even know how to thank you,” she said. By then, she was on her fourth drink of orange juice, Everclear and ice, so I had some ideas along those lines. I told her I would talk to those people the next day, and if they were interested, she would get an interview the next afternoon.
Tipper threw herself at me, hugging me around the neck and kissing my cheek. I turned my head slightly, and our lips touched. She froze for a moment, but I said, “What a wonderful way to thank me. Can I have another kiss?”
She leaned in, and I gently kissed her lips. I pulled her body to mine, and held her in an embrace. The kiss was awkward at first, but I continued it, letting my tongue play with her teeth. She didn’t know what to do, but she eventually relaxed in my arms, letting my tongue enter her mouth.
I found her tongue and sucked it gently, pulling it toward my mouth. Our tongues danced between our mouths. When the kiss broke, the only thing that came out of her mouth was, “Oh my God.”
I asked, “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” came her immediate reply.
“May I kiss you some more?” I asked.
All I got was a nod of her head. It seems that she had lost her voice. I leaned in again, and kissed her deeply, letting our tongues dance and tangle, suck and fondle. My hands were on her sides and had found the skin between her skirt and top. My fingers slid up under her top until I was hugging the bare skin of her back.
A quick flick of my wrist and her bra was unhooked. It startled her, but I was still kissing her, so she let it pass. My hands were massaging her back and her sides, and she was moaning into my mouth. Tipper was mesmerized by the sensations she was feeling, and they were about to get even better.
I adjusted my hands so they were massaging her breasts under her bra. She just about choked on our kiss when she felt my fingers on her nipples, now standing proud above her small breasts. I took the opportunity to tweak the nipples şişli escort between my thumbs and forefingers and then massaged her breasts to relax her. She barely noticed as her top and bra went over her head and off.
I kissed her earlobes and then down her neck until I was suckling her nipples. Her gasp made her surprise very evident, but instead of pushing me away and covering herself with her hands, she used her hands to pull my head toward her nipples. Tipper clearly liked what she was feeling, but she was confused. “I was supposed to be thanking you, but instead you are making me feel better than I have ever felt,” she said.
“Don’t worry,” I replied. “There will be plenty of time to thank me later.”
I suckled her small nipples until they were like little stones sitting on mounds of soft moss. Tipper didn’t have large breasts, but they were proportional to her small body, and fit her perfectly. Her nipples were extremely sensitive, and as I suckled them, Tipper was moaning and squealing under me. She orgasmed before I thought she would, just from having her nipples suckled.
It didn’t worry me, though, as I knew she would likely have several more before the night was done. As she shook in orgasmic bliss, I unhooked the side of her skirt, unzipped it and pulled it and her panties down and off her legs and feet. She didn’t even notice because her senses had already been completely overwhelmed.
She also didn’t notice as I undressed myself as I continued to suck her nipples. It wasn’t until I moved down her body to suck in her clit that she noticed anything. This time, the change in my activities caused her to almost fold in half, part of her wanting to pull away and part of her wanting to get even closer to my mouth. “Mmmm, Mmmm, Mmmm,” was all she could say.
As I licked and sucked her clit and labia, I used my fingers to explore her vaginal entrance. Typical of many Filipinas, her hymen was thin and right at the entrance. I tried to stretch it, but decided it would be better just to break her hymen with my cock when she winced as I pressed it. Instead, I concentrated on her clit until she was blinded by the orgasmic sensations she was feeling.
As she climaxed, I positioned my cock at her vulva, rubbed it around enough to get it very wet, and pressed the head into her vaginal entrance. There was resistance at first, and then a giving/tearing sensation as my cock slid into the depths of her vagina.
She winced again as my cock invaded her pussy. “Ouch,” she whimpered. “That hurts.”
“Give it a minute,” I said, “And the pain will go away. I promise.”
“OK,” she answered.
I held still with my cock filling her vagina until her moans ended and her sighs began. The sensations she was feeling had obviously changed. I let my cock slide around in her a bit, moving it more and more each time she sighed until I was sliding it almost all the way in and out of her vagina.
Once she was well-lubricated and I was sliding freely, I concentrated on building the tempo and power of my thrusts. Her hips were starting to match my movements and I asked her, “Do you like this?”
“God, yes,” she replied. “I love this. Go faster and deeper.”
“I can do that,” I said, and I pulled her legs up so I could get a better angle into her vagina. My cock was hammering her cervix by this time, pressing deeply into her with each thrust. Tipper went over the edge a split second ahead of me, and then I was pressing into her cervix and filling her womb with my sperm. Her pussy was milking my cock, forcing it to give up all of its seed.
We crashed together and collapsed together on the bed. We were laying there panting when she said, “I guess that was one way to say thank you.” I laughed.
We fell asleep, but of course we woke a couple of more times during the night to play some more. Tipper never went through a ‘sore stage’ and we were able to resume our activities without delay or pain.
By morning, when my alarm went off, Tipper had grown accustomed to sex several times a night and had decided that she could get used to this. We got into the shower and cleaned up (with a bit of extra play thrown in), got dressed and I told her the plan for the day.
She could stay in my room (I gave her a key), I would go to the base, and this afternoon I would get her a dress to wear for her interview if there was going to be one. Then, I headed out for the base for my daily routine. After breakfast, I went to see the captain and told him about Tipper. He was excited, and immediately called his wife. She agreed to interview Tipper at six that evening. I then headed off to take care of the rest of my duties.
After lunch at the mess hall, I stopped at the BX for a couple of nighties for Tipper and headed for the hotel. Tipper was waiting for me in the room and was very happy when I told her about the interview. We went to a small shop and bought her a dress to wear for the interview. I bought her several panties as well, so she wouldn’t have to worry about washing them for a while. She said she had never in her life felt so pampered, and that she wasn’t sure why she was being so blessed as to find somebody like me.
We went back to the room, and she gave me my own private fashion show. She started with the dress, then the nighties and finally she tried on each of the panties. By the time she was done, I was hard, but it was time for her to get ready for her interview. I would let her take care of my cock afterwards.
We were in the lobby a few minutes before six, and the captain and his wife walked in early as well. We sat down, and I introduced Tipper to the captain and his wife. Then, I separated myself, so they could interview Tipper in private. The interview went well, and the captain’s wife told me, “We owe you big time, first Lisa and now Tipper. Next time you are at Clark, we will cook you a good home-cooked meal. Does steak sound good?” I nodded.
“We will do the paperwork to get Tipper onto the base, and you take care of her until you head out,” she continued. “I will meet you both at the gate the morning you fly out and take Tipper with me.”
“Sounds good,” I replied. The captain and his wife left the hotel, and Tipper and I went to dinner. After dinner, we headed back to the room, where Tipper donned the sexy nightie and met me on the bed. “I have a lot to thank you for, Pete, so I need to get started.”
She unhooked the front fastener on the nightie, so her breasts could hang freely down to my face. I immediately latched onto one of her nipples and pulled her down to me. I wanted some good, old-fashioned breast time. I wanted to suckle her nipples until she just couldn’t stand any more. I wanted to suck in her tit-flesh until little hickeys flowered all over her chest.
Tipper was more than willing to accommodate me. In fact, she loved to have her nipples sucked so much that my plan to stop when she was worn out was never going to happen. She happily switched her nipples back and forth, so both sides got their fair share of suckling.
It was my mouth that was finally worn out, and I had to call for a time-out to recover. She used this break to good advantage, and she taught herself how to suck my cock. It was mostly just exploration, really, but she had my cock hard enough to cut stone before she was done. Then, she lowered her pussy onto my cock, taking it all the way up to her cervix.
My immediate reaction was to drive up into her with my cock, which complimented her desires to get my cock as deep into her as possible. My second thrust sent my cock even deeper than the first, if that was possible. By the third thrust, we were rocking together in a natural rhythm, meeting and separating with increasing speed and depth.
I rolled Tipper over onto her back. Her legs came up and locked around my waist, pulling my cock even deeper into her pussy. I was driving into her as hard and as quickly as I could, my nervous system quickly starting to melt down. I felt a flash within my loins and I was overcome by wave after wave of intense pleasure as my orgasm washed over me.
Tipper was right there with me, and her body jerked and jumped and squeezed down on my cock, causing my pleasure to be multiplied. She was in the midst of her own meltdown, and she was trying to say something but couldn’t get the words out.
She finally composed her thoughts and said, “Every time I try to thank you, you give me so much pleasure in return that I end up owing you more than where I started.”
“Trust me,” I replied. “I have been rewarded a hundred-fold for anything that I have done for you.”
We talked for a bit and then drifted slowly off to sleep. This was a different kind of paradise.
I woke to the feeling that somebody was moving my cock. Indeed, Tipper was busy sliding the skin back and forth over my shaft. When she realized that I was awake, she repositioned her body, so my cock was rubbing along her vulva. When it was sufficiently wet, Tipper changed the angle to allow my cock to slide easily into her pussy.
“I just wanted to thank you some more,” she said.
I laughed, “You can never say thank you too much.”
I lost track of time as Tipper repeatedly drove her pussy down over my cock. As a matter of fact, I lost track of everything but the sensations being caused by our making love. It was overwhelming. I rolled her onto her back and drove into her again. Tipper drew her legs up to allow me better access to her depths, and I was repeatedly pressing into her cervix.
“Oh my God, this is so good,” she moaned as she rocked her hips to meet my thrusts. It didn’t take long before we were both in the throes of orgasm. As I pressed hard against her cervix, I could feel the muscles in her vaginal rippling around my cock as it pumped its load of sperm deep into her womb.
My brain melted down until I couldn’t feel anything but the sweet sensations coming from her pussy. I was in paradise. We fell asleep locked in an embrace, no line where one body ended and the next began. We had become as one as we drifted off.
When I once again woke, Tipper was snuggled in close to my chest, her breasts pressed tight up against me. She was the picture of happiness and of joy. This girl, who had been panicking in the street less than two days before was sleeping peacefully in my arms without a worry in the world. I kissed her gently on the forehead, being careful not to wake her. She smiled in her sleep. How could a man ask for anything more than this?
Even though I was content in her arms, I still had to continue on to Laos and my assignment. I had to either keep my head in the game or lose my head in the process. I had seen what happened to an American who lost focus while behind enemy lines, and I was determined that would not happen to me.
I thought I had done right by Tipper. I helped her find a good job that didn’t involve dancing half naked and getting fucked by strangers. I couldn’t commit far enough to marry her. If I did, then I would get killed or have to change jobs. I decided to back off for then. If Tipper got pregnant, then I would deal with that, but no commitments for the time being seemed like the best course of action. I would let the captain and his wife take care of her for then.
The next few days were heaven on Earth for me. Yes, I still had to get up early each morning to take care of my routines on base, but then this angel met me every afternoon when I returned to the hotel. Tipper truly was an angel, or maybe a fairy would be more accurate, considering her petite size. I have never been happier than I was during the time I spent with Tipper.
All good things must come to an end, though, and I received notice to report to the base terminal the next morning. Tipper and I spent a blissful, but tearful night together. She REALLY did not want to see me leave. Tipper had fallen madly in love with me and would not let go easily. I told her that, God willing, I would see her on my return trip from Southeast Asia, and that calmed her a bit, but she would have rather I had just stayed there with her to live happily ever after.
The next morning, we took one last shower together, but I’m not sure whether there was more water coming from the shower head or her eyes. Even so, she jumped up to wrap her legs around my waist and make love one last time under the water. It ended as usual, with my cock pressed tightly against her cervix and pumping my sperm deep into her womb.
We met the captain’s wife at the gate and said our goodbyes. I told her that, if she got pregnant, I would take care of her and that brought a smile to her face. Even though public displays of affection are frowned upon in the Philippines, Tipper wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply before walking away with the captain’s wife. The captain’s wife turned to me before they left, and said, “Don’t worry. We will take good care of her for you. You take good care of yourself.”
Off I went to the base air terminal to catch my flight out to Thailand. After about three-and-a-half weeks, I was back to Clark. I checked in with the captain and he gave me news of Tipper.
She had, indeed gotten pregnant with me, but the baby had miscarried about two weeks after I left. I guess there was a lot of blood, and it had scared Tipper pretty badly. His wife had taken her to a clinic to get checked, and found that she had been pregnant, but wasn’t anymore. His wife got Tipper a prescription for birth control pills, and Tipper had been taking them.
The captain suggested that I come to dinner that evening for steak, and that I could see Tipper then. He gave me their address, but then suggested that I come back to his office and he would take me to their house. I was at the captain’s office at 1700 hours, and we went to his house for the evening.
Tipper rushed to me when I came in the door. She hugged and kissed me, and the captain’s children were squealing in delight next to her as she kissed me. I guess they liked the fact that Tipper had a boyfriend. Tipper asked me if I had heard, and I told her, “Yes.” Then I handed her a single red rose I had picked up at the BX. It brought a huge smile to her face.
It was difficult to talk with Tipper because she had a small herd of munchkins following her everywhere. It was obvious that the children had already fallen in love with her.
I sat on the back patio with the captain and talked about general things for a while. He didn’t know exactly what I did in my job. He only knew that part that concerned him. Even that had him worried for my safety, though, because it pointed toward much more dangerous parts of my job. He wasn’t cleared to know everything about what I did, but he was a smart man, and he had figured quite a bit of it out.
Tipper sat to my side playing with the children and listening to our conversation. I think she sensed the captain’s worry, and so she was worried about me too. She was very sensitive to things happening around her, and picked up on emotions very quickly. The captain had been cooking the steaks on the grill, and after one last flip, he declared them fit to eat. He piled them all on a platter, and took them to the dining room table.
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